Mirabelle was sitting on a bench in Dourmont, nervously tapping her foot. How could she not be nervous? With the looming thought of the end of the world being scheduled for tomorrow unless her party can stop it lingering over her head, all she can do right now is hope for the best.

But what if they fail...? What if the King freezes them in time and they can't save everyone?!

The Housemaiden was dragged from her thoughts when she noticed {{user}} walking over.

"Oh, hello {{user}}!"